Get rid of the crumb boss and go back to your hometown to get married

Compared with "The Analects of Confucius", which is a terrible primary enlightenment textbook, "The Tale of Bamboo Crawl" is obviously more in line with human nature.Even if it’s just for reading the story, at least you can hold on for a while before your interest runs out, or you can be lucky enough to generate some topics that can continue to support communication——Master Fuze worked so hard that he was about to break through his taciturn and honest character design up.

On the bookshelf are "One Poem of a Hundred People", "Ancient Matters", "Manyoji Collection" and even "Bai Shi Changqing Collection" handed down from a long time ago, and "Tianyanlun" imported from the West. Most of them are in his family. collect.No matter how muddled her life was, Mrs. Fukuzawa never touched the collection of books left by her late husband. She knew that these were the real pillars for the family to make a comeback.

The two sons did live up to her expectations, and both became upright and kind people.

Fukuzawa Yukichi let Kaoru walk around in the bookstore at will, while he walked up and down the shelves one after another to see if there was anything worth buying home to enrich the study.The girl walked briskly between the bookshelves, looking left and right, she seemed to be very curious, some fried hair tails were like a cat's tail swaying slightly, looking at her like this, she also felt light and light, like a dandelion flying with a small umbrella held up by the breeze .

She is very obedient, she just keeps her eyes open and doesn't flip through things casually, she walks lightly and disappears with one or two steps.Pale golden sunlight passed through the window lattice, leaving orange-red rhombuses one after another on the ground. In the beam of light, there were almost invisible tiny particles floating up and down. The tips of her hair disturbed the tranquility, like a naughty elf occasionally showing her traces, and soon hid in the layer again. Layers of books.

Wooden bookshelves run from floor to ceiling, and there is a slender ladder next to it for people to find books.The scrolls are not categorized and have no rules, they are randomly stacked on the shelf by the shopkeeper, maybe there are pictures of birds and beasts next to the travel notes, of course, it is more likely that they are manuscripts of strange stories collected from nowhere.

Kaoru circled around to the back of the bookshelf, turned back and continued to walk forward, trying to keep her voice down, not wanting to break the silence in the room.After walking a few steps, a ball of paper suddenly flew by the side, she raised her hand to stop it easily and held it in the palm of her hand without blinking, then she turned her head and smiled at the person who secretly did something bad over there. There is also a soft smile in the eyes, a gentleness that can only be revealed when you see her.

After searching for a long time, apart from her, there is nothing in this bookstore that can make his heart flutter.

""Bamboo Cutter Tale"... At this price, this is a new book brought back from Fucheng, and it is a re-marked reader of the library." At the checkout, the boss quoted the number. This kind of new book specially re-typeset and revised for beginners' literacy is not cheap. Without a word, the young man took out a purse from his sleeve, but Ah Xun directly picked out a stack of neat paper tickets from his belt and patted them on the counter: "The book is for me to read, how can I ask you to pay for it?" ?”

She really knows how to save, and the housekeeper's mother-in-law has never found out about hiding money.

"The first one, I'll buy it for you."

He looked into her eyes seriously, and his eyes were full of persistence: "Since you have chosen to study a course, don't give up easily. I will record the moment you started now, and tell me when you have results. I will always love you Expectantly."

This sounds... a bit weird?In a trance, it seems to be facing a serious teacher...or a serious father?

Forget it, forget it.

The boy and the girl couldn't agree more, one was tall and one was short, one was tall and the other was beautiful, the bookstore owner looked at it with relish: "Let the young master buy it for you, isn't it just a gift?"

When there is coming, there is going, and if we go up, we will naturally get closer and closer!He is doing good every day.

After all, Kaoru couldn't hold him back, and finally walked out of the bookstore with "The Tale of Bamboo Tori" in his arms, walked to the fork in the road and frowned, then handed the book to Fukuzawa Yukichi: "It's not easy to keep it there, you can hold it for me." , see you at the shrine every morning, tell me about it.”

It's not good if someone sees something like a book.In such a rural place, it is deviant for a woman to still want to study. Patriarch Kondo thinks that her daughter looks better than Komachi, and she has not taught the young lady how to read. She is an "adopted daughter", so she should be more cautious.

"Okay, okay, okay." He was willing to agree to the sentence "see you at the shrine every morning", took the book and held it in his hand: "see you at the shrine."

It's getting late, and Kaoru has to go back to Kondo's house to work, and after a while, she will be nagged by the housekeeper at noon.

As soon as she left Fukuzawa Yukichi, she suddenly felt that there was an empty space around her, a little cold, probably because of loneliness.

... Forget it, first go to the dojo to talk to the master about adjusting the time, and then go home.

On this day, the supervisor hired by Shinto Wunianliu Dojo from the outside was particularly vicious, chasing and beating many disciples like a lone wolf with fangs, so many disciples who were older than him were almost crying.

During lunch, the master had a few words with the silver-haired boy, and he said with a straight face that he had to go to the shrine every morning, and he was too busy in the morning, so he wanted to change the time.After thinking about it, the master felt that there was no difference, and the afternoon was still longer, so he nodded and agreed to ask him to come again in the afternoon.

All are happy.

"By the way, Master Fukuzawa. There is a relative in my family who is living in Tokyo Prefecture. Recently, word came back that a great sage was traveling around to study and planned to take in two disciples. The last time I heard about it, I had already gone to Ibaraki. Maybe you will come to Kansai for a while. Brother Ling has taken over your father's position in Kurashiki, and you can't just stay in my small ashram for the rest of your life, why don't you come and try?"

This is also a good way out, and it is more reliable than the tradition that the second son shaved his head and went to the temple to become a monk.In fact, there is nothing wrong with the monks, but the family members have to share the work in the monastery, which is very hard.Thinking about Kaoru's pale face, he thought he should try harder.

After thinking for a while, he seriously looked at the dojo master and bowed to thank him: "Thank you for letting me know, and I will definitely be ready to visit that sage when the time comes."

Knowing that he might be a little slow to respond to people talking, he deliberately waited until this time to sell favors to the dojo master who smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said loudly: "You are knowledgeable, don't waste your time in vain. A country like Zhongjin can't be trapped You are such a capable young man."

After thanking the master of the dojo, he said goodbye and left. Fukuzawa Yukichi returned home that night after finishing his homework, and opened the "Bamboo Tori Monogatari" that he bought during the day, planning to prepare for teaching his sweetheart to read tomorrow.

After he read the book carefully from the beginning to the end, the boy kept silent and turned it upside down on the table with his hair on his side, puzzled.

Calloused fingers unconsciously slid along the spine of the book, and small question marks popped up above his head.He knew the outline of the story of Bamboo Tori Monogatari, but he didn't know that the plots told before and after were so weird and contradictory.After thinking and thinking, I still can’t figure it out. Seeing that the night is getting darker, I’d better turn on the light and go to sleep, and I’ll ask Ah Xun tomorrow—he’s a man, so he can’t figure out what’s going on in a woman’s heart, so naturally he can’t understand this earliest book. What is the deep meaning in the story novel.

As a result, he tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well. The sky was light and the chickens raised by the farmer's house in the distance woke him up before it crowed. He turned over and sat up and changed his clothes.Once the water tank was full, I went to the kitchen to bring the rice ball that was getting bigger and bigger, went back to the house to get the books, went to the mother's door to explain where to go, and then stepped out of the house with my clothes on.

Mrs. Fuzawa woke up when her son fetched water in trips.She is also the daughter of a samurai. When she was young, she was raised under her parents' knees without her fingers touching the spring water. The heaviest thing she ever took was a clay bowl for the tea ceremony. Where did she do physical work?The eldest son would definitely not touch any family affairs that would insult the samurai's dignity, and only the younger son could help her do these things silently and considerately. It can't be blamed that she is more partial to the younger son in her heart.

She waited for the sound of her son's footsteps to fade away before she sat up and changed her clothes, then woke up her daughter who lived with her to go to the kitchen to make breakfast.The youngest son had already lit the fire and was slowly suffocating, and there was boiled water on the stove for washing and drinking.This kid is weird and has many rules. The water must be boiled before drinking.It is said that drinking raw cold water will grow worms in the abdomen, which sounds terrible.

"Second brother wakes up very early every day during this period, and this is too early..." The little girl rubbed her eyes and threw herself back into the quilt again. Mrs. Fuze pampered her for a while, but after all, she died after the cock crowed twice. Coaxed her daughter up.

Facing the morning breeze, the boy climbed up the steps along the mountain road. At the end of the bluestone road was a somewhat faded vermilion torii gate. Standing under the torii gate was the person who made him think of tossing and turning in the middle of the night last night.

"Didn't eat breakfast again, have you been waiting for a long time?" He frowned and stepped forward, and Kaoru turned around with a smile when he heard the voice: "I brought this for you."

The tender yellow and soft cake is covered with a burnt brown crust, which looks very appetizing.Being served in a small plate by her, I don't know how to be careful to bring it up the mountain.

The things on the plate looked like Nanban dim sum, which is still rare in small places, which is what people called Nagasaki cake later.Although it is not as luxurious as the kind of high-end foreign confectionary shops in big cities that are sold in transparent windows, it is neat enough to be square, clean and pleasing. There are not so many decorations, but it adds a bit of naivety and cuteness.

"Yesterday, a visitor from afar came to visit. The guest mentioned something to Patriarch Kondo. He got up early in the morning and tried to make it. It was not bad." Kaoru held the plate higher for him to see. This piece is for the cook to thank She helped cut the "leftovers" specially.

He stared down at this overly delicate foreign fruit for a while, as if studying whether it would jump up and bite.Kaoru thought he didn't like it, so she planned to withdraw her hand with her hair drooping

——Let’s hand it over to the wife of the god master to make do and ask the gods to "eat" it later, so as not to waste it.

She just made a "close" movement, and her big hand with sharp bones quickly grasped her wrist. The girl looked down suspiciously, and a question mark popped up again... What do you mean?

"Didn't... bring it to me?"

Why do you want to take it back?